Reavers -

Citizens are falling down

And you are standing tall

So grab yourself a hammer

Or a shovel or a maul

Breathing deep we scream

And begin to feel the change

A tenth of a percent of

Everyone has gone insane

Tear the flesh!

Regressing to a primal mindset

Of when fighting was tribal and fierce

Uncivilized, unwashed, unruly

The terror of the frontier

Tear the flesh!

Repulsors of the human instinct

And the urge to live and let live

Aggrieved of the burden of kinship

Forget what compassion is

Hunting down the wounded

And the weak and all the rest

Those that die the quickest

Are the luckiest, the blessed

Boarding parties foaming

At the mouth and at the mind

Out here in the black

We’ve left our sanity behind

We’re screaming for death and vengeance

We’re fighting an unprovoked war

We mount a siege beyond the outer rim

Space madmen exulting in gore

Tear the flesh!

Raving and reaving and clawing your eyes

Sew your skin into all of our clothes

Chewing your cheeks out as you wail and cry

You are older and light, we oppose

Tear the flesh!

Warmonging at the edge of the verse

Infected with peace and reborn

Ships christened with the blood of the dead

Flesh mutilated, mangled and torn

Go!